After a few more hours the mages decided to retire for the evening after a short carriage trip they were back at the castle, "What a long day" Lorren sighed stretching dramatically as they walked up the steps. The cold stone of the castle walls seemed to seep into Isolde's bones, a stark contrast to the warmth of the tavern.
The night air was crisp, and the torches lining the path flickered ominously, casting long, dancing shadows. Elias, ever the gentleman, offered his arm to Lorren, who accepted with a grateful smile. Isolde walked beside them, her mind still a whirlwind of emotions and unanswered questions.
"This is where we part ways." Isolde turned to her friends, "See you two tomorrow, " Lorren pouted dramatically, "Why did they have to move you!" Isolde sighed, "Lorren, please don't worry about it. I'm still here, still part of the same group. It's just a different room, that's all." She tried to sound casual, but her words came out tight with strain.
